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Vr™ v••- -"T'V 1'12v-yss.'-w.-v. ?yA"c.4SYNOPSIS.CHAPTER I.—(ironfall Lorry, a woaltliyAmerlena glc.be trotter, stumbles into acqnntntnnco with a charming foreign girlon the train from Denver to Wnahlngton.The pair nre left behind when the flierKtops for repairs in West Virginia.CHAPTER II.—Lorry wires ahead to holdtile train. He and the unknown girl ridetwenty miles at a tearing paee in a mountain coach. There is no lovemaklng, but aiienr approach to it as the rolling stagetumbles the passengers about.OITAI,"TKR 111.—Lorry dines with theforeign party, consisting of Miss GuggeuslocKer, Uncle Cnsper and Aunt Yvonne.They are natives of Oraustark, a countryLorry had never heard of before.CHAPTER W.-Lorty shows the foreigners the sights of Washington. They leavefor New York to sail on the Kniser Wllhelui. Miss (.iuggensloeker naively callsfcorr.v her "ideal American" and inviteshim to come and see her at Edelweiss.Notwithstanding his strange misgiving and the fact that his pride had Sustained quite a perceptible shock, hedrove with them to tiie station. Theywent to the sleeping ear a few minutesbefore the time set for the train's departure and stood at the bottom of thestei§, .uttering the goodbys, the godspeeds and the sincere hope that theymight meet again. Then en me tlfe•harp activity of the trainmen, the hurry of belated passengers. lie glancedsoberly at his watcli."It is 9 o'clock. Perhaps you wbuldbetter get aboard," he said, and placed ed to assist Aunt Yvonne up thesteps. She turned and pressed his handgently before passing into the car."Adieu, good friend. You have madeIt so very pleasant for us," she saidearnestly.The tall, soldierly old gentleman waswaiting to assist his uiece Into thecoach."Go first. Uncle Caspar," the girlmade Lorry happy by saying. "I caneasily come up unaided.""Or I can assist her," Lorry hastenedto add, giving her a grateful lookI"Adieu, my. American!"which she could not misunderstand.The uncle shook lu. lids warmly withthe young man and passed up thesteps. She was following when Lorrycried:(f: "Will you not allow ine?"She laughingly turned to him fromthe steps and stretched forth her hand."And now it is goodby forever. I am•so sorry that I have not seen more ofyou," she said. He took her hand andheld it tightly for a moment."I shall never forget the past fewdays,"" he said, a thrill in his voice."You have put something into my lifethat can never Iw taken away. You willforget me before you are out of Washington but It—I shall always see you asyou are now."She drew her hand away gently, butdid not tube her eyes trtmx his upturned face."You are mistaken. Why should Iforget you—ever? Are you not the idealAmerican whose name I bought? Ishall always remember you as I sa\yyou—at Denver.""Not as I have been since?" he cried."Have you changed since first sawyou?" she asked quaintly."I have, indeed, for you saw me before I saw you. I am glad I have notchanged for the worse in your eyes.""As I first knew you with my eyes Iwill say that they are trustworthy,"she said tantalizingly."I do not mean that I have changedexternally.""In any other case my eyes would notserve," she cried, with mock disappointment. "Still," she added sweepingly, "you are my ideal American.Goodby! The man has called 'allaboard!'""Goodby!" he cried, swinging up onthe narrow step beside her. Again heclasped her hand as she drew back insurprise. "You are going out of myland, but not out of my mind. If youwish your eyes to see the change in me,you have only to look, at them in a mirror. They are the change—they thenlfieivef! Goodby! I hope that I may seeyou Again."8h® hesitated an instant, her eyeswkyejring beneath his. The train wasmoving slowly now."I pray that we may mefet," she saidsoftIr at last—so softly that he barelybeura the words. Had she uttered nosoupd he could have been sure of herIMp^nae for it was in her telltale eyes.$i^i-r ^)w.fi!lTy\r-.ir!'»'t „|„|..?•» ,|,,? ,t, ,|„t„Kt ,|,,|„|,» ,|, j.»"j.By...CoptpHoM, 1001, by Herbert S. Stonet.GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEONVvT TVIlls blood leaped madly. ''You will behurt If you wait till the train is running at full speed!" she cried, suddenlyreturning to the abandoned merrymood-. She pushed him gently in herexcitement. "Don't you see how rapidly we are moving? Pleuae go!" Therewas a terror in her eyes that pleasedhim."Goodby, then!" he said."Adieu, my American!" she criedquickly.As he swung out ready to drop to theground she said, her eyes sparklingwith something that suggested mischief, her face more bewitching thanever -under the flicker of the great arclights:"You must come to Edelweiss to seeme. I shall expect you!" He thoughtthere was si challenge in the tones. Orwas it mockery?"I will, by heaven, I will!" he exclaimed.A startled expression flashed acrossher face, and her lips parted as if inprotestation. As she leaned forward,holding stoufly to tlie handrail, therewas no smile on her countenance.A white hand fluttered before hiseyes, and she was gone. He stood, hatin hand, watching the two red lights atthe end of the train until they werelost in the night.CHAPTER V.SENTIMENTAI. EXCHANGE.fFeverywhere.Lorry slept that night, he wasnot aware of it. All night long hetossed and thought. Her face wasHer voice filled hisear with music never ceasing, but itwas not the lulling, music that invitesdrowsiness! He heard the clock strikethe hours from 1 to 8. when he arose,thoroughly disgusted with himself. lieworshiped his mother, but in severalInstances that morning he /"aught himself Just in time to.prevent the utterance of some sharp rejoinder to herpleasant, motherly queries. Twice suewas compelled to repeat questions, hismind being so far away that he heardnothing save words that another woman-had uttered, say, twenty-four hoursbefore. His eyes were red, and therewas. a heavy droop to the lids. Histones were drawling and his voicestrangely without warmth. His facewas white and tired."You are not well, Grenfail,''' hismother said, peering anxiously into hideyes. "The trip has done you up. Now,you must take a good, long rest aiid recover from your vacation."He smiled grimly."A man never needs a rest so muchas he does at the end of his vacation,eh, mother? Well, work will be restful. I shall go to the pfflce this morning and do three days' work beforenight. That will prove to you that Iam perfectly well."True to his intention, he went to theoffice early, virtuously Inclined to work.His uncle greeted him warmly and along conference over business affairsfollowed. To Lorry's annoyance anddiscomfiture he found himself frequently Inattentive. Several important caseswere pending, and in a day or two theywere to go into court with a damagesuit of more than ordinary consequence. Lorry senior could not repress his gratification over the returnof his clever, active nephew at such anopportune time. He had felt himselfunable to handle the case alone. The endurance of a young and vigorous mindwas required for the coming battle inchancery.They-lunched together, the elder eager and confidential, the other respectful and—absentminded. In the afternoon the junior went over the case andrenewed search for authorities andopinions, fully determined to be constant in spite of his inclination to befickle. Late in the day he petulantlythrew aside the books, curtly informedhis astonished uncle that he was notfeeling well, and left the office. Untildinner time he played billiards atro-"ciously at hia club at dinner hts mother sharply reproved him for flagrant'Inattentions after dinner ho smokedand wondered despondently. Tomorrow she was to sail! If he could butsee her once more!At 7:30 his mother found him in the.library searching diligently throughthe volume of the encyclopedia Uiaicontained the G's. When she askedwhat he was looking for, he laughedidiotically and in confusion informedber that he was trying to find the nameof the most important city in Indiana.She was glancing at the books in thecase when she was startled by hearinghim utter an exclamation and thenleap to his feet."Hnlf past 7! I can make it!""What is the matter, Gren, dear?""Oh!" he ejaculated, bringing himselfup with a start "I forgot—er—yes,mother, I'll just have time to catch thetrain, you know. Will you kindly haveMary clean up this muss of books andso forth? I'm off, you see, to NewYork—for a day only, mother—bucktomorrow! Important business—justremembered it, you know—ahem! Goodby, mother! Goodby!" He'had kissedher and was in the hall before she fairly understood what he was talkingabout. Then she ran after him, gaining the hallway in time to see him passthrough the street door, 'his hat' on theside of his head, his overcoat flutteringfuriously as he shoved his ar^js. intothe sleeves. The door slimmed, aadhe was off toNewYork,is*.®''I'-ih\t ji""p?srISThe train was ready to pull out whenhe reached the station, and it was o«by a hard run that he caught the laplatform, panting, but hafcpy. Jitwenty-four hours before she had leftWashington, audit was right here thatshe had smiled and suid she wouldexpect him to come to Edelweiss. Hehad had no time to secure a berth inthe sleeper, but was fortunately ableto get one after taking the train. Grenfall went to sleep feeling both disappointed and disgusted disappointedbecause of his submission to sentiment,disgusted because of the man who occupied the next section. A man whois in love and in doubt has no patiencewith the prosaic wretch who can sleepso audibly.After a hasty breakfast in New Yorkhe telephoned to the steamship company's pier and asked the time of sailing for the Kaiser Wilhelm. On beinginformed that the ship was to cast oilat her usual hour, he straightway called a cab and was soon bowling alongtoward the busy waterway. Directlyhe sat bolt upright, rifeifl and startledto find himself mere awakened to therealization of his absurd action. Againit entered his infatuated head that hewas performing the veriest schoolboytrick in rushing to a steamship pier inthe hope of catching a final and at bestunsatisfactory glimpse of a young woman who had appealed to his sensitiveadmiration. A lovesick boy could beexcused for such a display of imbecility, but a man—a man of the world!Never!"The idea of chasing down to thewater's edge to see that girl is enoughto make you ashamed of yourself forlife, Grenfail Lorry," he apostrophized."It's worse than any lovesick foolever dreamed of doing. I am blushing, I'll be bound. The idiocy, therank idiocy of the thing! And supposeshe should see me staring at her outthere on tlie pier? What would shethink of me? I'll not go another foot!I won't be a fool!"He was excited and self consciousand thoroughly ashamed of the tripinto which his impetuous adorationhad driven him. Just as he was tugging at the door in the effort to open itthat he might order the driver to takehim back to the hotel a sly tempterwhispered something in his ear. Hisfancy was caught, and he listened:"Why not go down to the pier nndlook over the passenger list just to seeif she has been booked safely? Thatwould be perfectly proper and sensible, and, besides, it will be a satisfaction to know that she gets off all right.Certainly! There's.nothing foolish inthat. Especially as I am right onthe way there. And as I havecome so far there's no sense ingoing back without seeing whethershe lias secured passage. I canfind out in a minute and then go home.*.* There won't be anything wrongin that. And then I may get a glimpseof her before the ship leaves the pier.She must not see nie, of course. Never! She'd laugh at me. How I'd liateto sejj her laughing at me!" Then,sinking back again witli a smile ofjustification on his face, he muttered:"We won't turn back we'll go rightahead. We'll be a kind of a fool, butnot so foolish as to allow her to see nsand recognize us as one."Before long they arrived at thewharf, and he hurried to the officenear by. The clerk permitted him tolook over the list. First he ranthrough the first class passengers andwas surprised to find that there wasno sucli name jte Guggenslocker in thelist. Then he went over the secondclass, but still no Guggenslocker."Hasn't Mr. Guggenslocker takenpassage?" he demanded, unwilling tobelieve his eye's."Not on the Kaiser Wilhelm, sir.""Then, by tieorge, they'll miss theboat!" Lorry exclaimed. "Maybe they'llbe here in a few minutes.""They can't get anything but steerage now, sir. Everything else is gone.""Are you#surethey haveii't takenpassage?" asked the bewildered Lorryweakly."You.can see for yourself," answeredthe young man curtly.Lorry was again in a perspiration,this time the result of a vague, growing suspicion that had forced itself into his mind. Gradually he came tothe conclusion that she had fooled him,had lied to him. She did not intendto sail on the Wilhelm at. all. It wasall very clear to him now—that strangeness in her manner, those odd occasional smiles. What ^yas she—an adventuress? That sweet faced girl a littleordinary coquette, a liar? He turnedcold with the thought.The clanging of .bells broke npon, hisears, and he knew that the great shipwas about to depart. Mechanically,disconsolately, he walked out aud paced'the broad, crowded wharf. All wasexcitement. There were the'' rush ofpeople, the shouts, the cheers, the puffing of tugs, the churning of water, andthe Kaiser Wilhelm was off on its longvoyage. Half teartedly, miserablyand in -a dazed condition he found aplace in the front row along the rail.There wefe tears In his eyes, tears ofanger, shame aud mortification. Shehad played with him!Gloomily his disappointed eyes sweptalong the rail of the big steamer, halfinterested in spite of themselves. Twicethey passed a certain point on the forward deck, unconscious of a force thatwas attracting them in that direction.The third time he allowed them to settle for an iastaqt en the group of facesand figures and then stray off to otherparts of the-ship. Some strange powerdrew them again to the forward deck,and this time he was startled Into anintent stare. Could he believe thoseeyes? Surely that was her figure atthe rail—there between the two youngwomen who were waving their handkerchiefs so frantically. His heart began to jump up and down, wildly,doubtingly, impatiently. Why couldnot that face" be turned toward thewharf aakhe othere^re? .There ..wasTHE OTTTJMWA C.OTJTSIEfithe blue coat, but not the blue cap ajaunty sailor hat sat where the neverto be forgotten cap had perched., Thechange was slight, but it was sufficientto throw him into the most feverishstate of uncertainty. An insane desireto shout a command to this. strangeyoung woman came over him.The ship was slowly opening a gapbetween herself and the wharf, and heknew that in a few moments recognition would be impossible. Just as hewas losing hope and was ready to groanwith despair the face beneath the sailor hat was turned squarely in his direction. A glaze obscured his eyes anumbness attacked his brain. It wasMiss Guggenslocker!A pair of big glasses was leveled athim, for a second aqd then lowered. Heplainly saw the smile xn her face andthe fluttering cambric in her hand. Hewaved his hat arid thenfhis handkerchief, obtaining from her vigorous.andunrestrained signs of^approbation. Herface was wreathed in smiles as sheleaned far over the rail, the picture ofanimated pleasure.Making sure that her uncle and auntwere not visible, he boldly placed hisfingers to his lips and wafted a kissout over the water."Now she'll crush me!" he cried tohimself, regretting the rash act andpraying that she had not observed it.Her handkerchief ceased fluttering inan instant, and, with sinking heart, herealized that she had observed. Therewas a moment of indecision on thepart of the fair one going out to sea,and then the little finger tips of bothhands went to her lips and his kisscame back to him.While he was still waving his handkerchief, debating savagely and joyously tho wisdom of the act. she became a part of tlie distant color scheme.The blue figure faded and blended intothe general tone anil could no longerbe distinguished. She was gon'e, butshe had tossed him a kiss from lipsthat he should always see.Uppermost in his bewildered mindwas the question,. Why is she not inI the passenger list? Acting on a sudden impulse, he again sought out theclerk in charge and made a most thorougli inspection. There was no Guggensloeker among the names. As a lastresort ho asked:"They could not have sailed underan assumed name, could they?""I can't say as to that. Where arethey going?""Graustark."But the youngrinan shook his hendslowly. Lorry's shaking in unconsciousaccoM."Are you sure that yo'j saw theJ'ouug lady on board?""Well, rather!" exclaimed Lorry, emphatically.'•*1 was going to say there are a lotof Italian and Geraiiin singers on theBhip,and you might have been mistaken. But since you at 3 so positive itfieemsvery strange'1 that yourare not ou the list:'''So Lorry wont awiiy discouraged andwith a vague fear that she might havebeen a prima doniia whose real namewas Guggenslocker, but whose stagename was something more euphonious.He instantly put away the thoughtand the fear. She was certainly not anopera singer—impossible! He droveback to his hotel and made preparations for his return to Washington.Glancing casually over the register, hecame to the name that had been haunting hlra-'Guggenslocker! There werethe names. "Caspar Guggenslocker andfour. Graustark." Without' hesitationhe began to question the clerk."They sailed on the Kaiser Wilhelmtuday." said thai worthy. "That's allI know about them. They came yesterday and left today."Mr. Grenfail Lorry returned to Washington as in a dream—a fairy dream.The air of mystery that had grownfrom the first was now an impenetrable wall, the top of which his curiosity could not scale. Even his fancy,his imagination, served him not. Therewas but one point on which he wassatisfied—he was in love. His own condition was no mystery.Through the long hot summer heworked and worried and wondered.He 'must know all about her! Buthow?The early months of autumn foundhim pale and tired and indifferent aliketo work and pl^r. He found no pleasure in the society that had known himas a lion. The doctor told him be wasapproaching nervous prostration. Hismother's anxious eyes could no lhngerbe denied, so he realized grimly thatthere was but one course left,open tohim. He suggested it to the doctor,, tobis mother and to his uncle, and theyagreed with him. It involved Kurope.Having fully decided again to crossthe sea, his spirits revived. He becamemore cheerful, took an interest in thingsthat were going on, and by the time theKaiser Wilhelm sailed in Septemberwas the picture of health and life.He was oil for Edelweiss —to thestrange Miss Guggenslocker who hadthrown him a kiss from the deck thatsailing day.(To be continued.)Bronchitis for Twenty Years.Mrs. Minerva Smith of Danville, 111.,writes: "I had bronchitis for twentyyears and never got relief until I usedFoley's Honey and Tar, which is a surecure." For sale by W. D. Elliott, corner Main and Court streets.Special One-Way Colonists' Rates.On the first and third Tuesdays ofeach month to and including September, 1903, the Iowa Central Railwaywill sell colonists tickets to points inArkansas, Southwest Missouri, Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska, South Dakota, Colorado, Texas, Louisiana,New Mexico, etc., at extremely lowrates. Call on local agents or addressA. B. Cutts, G. P. & T. A., Minneapolis,Minn., for rates and further information.Head the purler for news.FARM-ORCKARD«GARDEN- 3-trigg.JO."1fDlends&COPYKtMT, 1903 6K.J.S.TRIGG, ROCKFORS,IACORRESPQHOEHCg 30UCITEPThe cement fence post is a comingprobability then we will have a postwhich will last.You may be dead sure that the birdswill get every last Juneberry you growunless you cover the bushes with netting.The people of America are now planting one tree for each two acres of timber cut. This means only one thingbeffaro long.We do not believe that a four inchcollar, a red necktie and a cane everhelps a fellow along in trying to winthe love of a sensible girl.The conflict between the cattle mennnd the sheep men is of very ancientorigin, dating back to Abrahaniic times,for cattle cannot feed after sheep.Anew variety of potato has been discovered or developed in France whichkills the potato bug when it attemptsto feed upon it. Now, this is somethinglike.If that small boy asks a good manyquestions don't get impatient and standhim off. If you had asked more questions when a boy like him you wouldknow a whole lot more than you donow.The floods of tl^e west country havevery sharply invited attention tp tliequestion of forest devastation. Still,like Pharaoh and the plagues of Mosaic.times, nothing will be done untilthe last acre of timber is destroyed.A vory large share of the weed pestsand destructive insects which limit thefanner's crops and his profits have beenimported. America was a pretty goodcountry when the Creator finished hiswoik and before the devil got in his.The crop production of the Nile valley, in Egypt, has been or will soon bedoubled as a result -of the lately completed irrigation improvements. Richsoli, perpetual sunshine, tropical heat,unlimited -frnter supply, three crops ayear.Anew tool of much merit is gradually making its way to the front—tliedisk stirring plow. The -fact that ittakes 30 per cent less power to operatethan the moldboard plow and does justas good work and under some, soil conditions better work is the cause of itspopularity.In a western county deficient in "natural drainage where such an excess ofwater as has fallen this summer hasswamped tho crops and almost prevented crop cultivation ditching outfitsare at work, huge machines operatedby a team of forty big bulls, cuttingditches three feet deep and six feetwide.Any community which is fortunateenough to become tributary to a condensed milk factory has the sum of notless than $10 added to the value of every cow kept and milked and $10 anacre added to the value of the landupon which such cows are kept. Fortunate the community where such afactory locates.We are asked why tame ducks always walk in single file while going toor returning from the water. In thehaunts of the wild duck the shores ofthe marshes or lakes are usually covered with a thick growth of grass, andthe wild bird naturally selected this asthe easiest method, the tame duck inheriting the trait. 7Looking out of the car windows during a recent trip from Chicago toWashington and return, we saw alltold only four, strawberry beds of morethan three square rods In area. Ofcourse there were many more thanthis out of sight, but it proved the factthat not one person in a hundred whomight do so raises these delicious berries.Wherever a stiff clay hardpan isfound within three feet of the surfaceof any spot selected for the planting ofa fruit tree, or, for that matter, anykind of a tree, there is no way so good'as to drill a hole down four or five feetand explode a small stick of dynamite.This opens up the hardpan and givesthe tree every opportunity to grow anddo well.If one wishes to have success withroses and has only a light and sandygarden soil to work with, it will be al•jnost indispensable to take special painsto prepare the rose bed. Roses will notdo-well in a loose or sandy soil, and thebed should be made of good stiff claywell enriched with cow manure. Thismixture should be not less than eighteen inches in depth, and the doing of itwill solve the problem of roBe culturefor many who now. try year after yearand'fail. y-uMflUfc ejfeajA.rtr8^In a general way It pays better to' gofishing vrlth the boys than it does tolick tfiem.The three-year-old hen will lay bestIn the stew kettle as tlie foundation foran old fashioned potpie.It is estimated that 4,000 car loads ofpotatoes were destroyed by the floodsin the Kaw river valley in Kansas.The more clover can be cured in thecoclj or in the barn and tho less it iscured in the swath the better it will be.In law you cannot turn your surpluswater on to your neighbor's land to hisinjury any more than you can turnyour stock on to his cultivated fields.During the last of May while Kansasand Iowa were drowning Maine wasburning up, proving that there is something doing in this country all thetime.A proof of the degeneracy of thetimes may be found in the fact thatthere are so many nice women whothink more of pug dogs than they do ofbabieScientists have figured out that 247,000 tons of steel dust are worn fromthe rails on the world's railways eachyear and blown by the winds nowhereand everywhere.The flood losses In Kansas alone areplaced at $40,000,000, while the droughtlosses in the New England states areplaced at $70,000,000, all this duringa an on inBeef animals were selling the last ofJune about $2.75 per hundredweightlower than one year ago, but the retailprice of beef hardly shows that therehas been any decline in the wholesaleprice.The very newspapers which decrythe destruction of the American forestsare themselves one of the worst eatersof forest growth, using acres of timberin the shape of wood pulp paper everyday in the year.A Now Jersey county has been figuring on the cost of getting a system ofmacadamized roads and finds that Itwill cost something over $5,000,000 tosecure it. These figures stagger the taxpayers, and well they may.-. ./It is found that the poorer and moreporous grades of timber, such as elm,black oak, birch and other soft woods,respond, more readily to chemical treatment for their preservation than do thehard and more valuable kinds of wood.In California they have discoveredthe fact that if dynamite is used tobreak up the earth to the depth ofthree feet where the grapevine is to beplanted it is thereby rendered immuneto the phylloxera, the great plague ofthe vine grower.It is not essential today that a manmust have a pair of calloused, hornyfists, hair all over the back of his neck,wear a three-year-old chip hat, smelllike a section of the cow barn and wipehis nose on the sleeve of his wamus inorder to be a successful farmeiScience is working Its way out on tothe farm in good shape, for here is acase where some fellows chloroformedsix big fat hogs In a farmer's yard,then killed them and carried them off,leaving the sponge and a partly filledbottle of the anaesthetic as their business card.It is strawberry week at our place—the middle of June—and this summerfruit festival will last about fourweeks, or until the last of the Gandysare gone—a bushel or more every otherday from a bed two rods wide and seven rods long just raise them for funbecause we like to see them around.Ono of tbe most effective agencies inthe evolution of plant life in the growing season is a June dew, a dew whichholds every blade, tendril and twig Ina steaming sponge bath all night, anelder down blanket of moisture placingcrystallized Jewels on leaf tip and geometric spider's web, an all infoldingstimulant and tonic for all plant life.The most valuable food element inany kind of cured forage is the protein, and this in the largest measure isonly secured when the plant, whateverit may be, is cut and cured before maturity. To illustrate, clover which wascut in early bloom showed 4.89 per centof protein, while cut ten days past theblooming period It showed only 3.20per cent. This rule applies to corn cutfor fodder, all the .grasses, sorghum,the clovers and alfalfa.There will be many an acre of land Inthe west this year upon which no cropof any sort save weeds will be raised, itbeing too wet to handle during theseeding and planting season. Theseacres should not be allowed to go back,but as soon as possible should beplowed and again plowed in. September, which treatment will put the landIn the finest possible condition for acrop next year. A summer fallow ofthis sort is almost as good as a coat ofmanure.Things go at sort of cross purposeswith some men. A-year or so ago ourfriend had a big crop of corn and lostall his hogs with the cholera. Hecalled to see us the other day—aboutthe middle of June—and said his landhas been so wet that he has not beenable to get a single acre of corn planted, while five sows in his hog yard haveraised him sixty nice pigs. He saidthat he wished there was some way inwhich he could bring the pigs and thecorn crop into a mor« hg^mouious relation. w- fa.- ixfesI"SBB9A FOOL'S LIFE.We nee him every few days, an oldman fairly well preserved and able todo enough chores and light work tosupport himself after a very miserablefashion. We know something of thisman's history, and as his case is one ofthousands and carries, or should carry,a lesson for boys we give it As ayoung man-lip cared little or ^nothingfor education and only cared'to havewhat his kind call "a devil of a goodtime," spending every cent ho earnedfor such tomfoolery as poker, liquor,races, cigars, pool and other kinds offolly. He never had any business standing or business credit, for he had nosense of honor in business matters. Hemarried a nice girl, though in marrying him she showed ahe had no sense,*and for forty years be 4lved from handto mouth, his children a discredit to hiscountry. The mother—you know yhata woman thus mated has to suffer—years ago.gave up the unequal struggleand went, we trust, to a better country,and into better society. During hislater years this man has bad much tosay about the world being out of jointthe corruption of politics and the slimchance which a poor man has in thelife struggle, when the bare, bald truthabout his case is that he finds hlmseiXat seventy-two without money andwith but few friends solely because ofhis own stupidity and folly. Had hebeen half a man, done even half aman's work, been half way decent iahis way of living and treatment of hisfamily, he might have had money,friends and the loving care and ministration of his children. The worst of itall is that there are hundreds of boysfollowing this poor old fellow's example, and they, like him, will find themselves at seventy-two minus money andfriends, with nothing in sight but apauper's shroud and burial. Foola,fools! ....PAR3I BOOKKEEPTJTO.We do Bot advise the average farmerto attempt any elaborate system ofbookkeeping, as his business does notrequire it, but every man should doenough of it to be able to tell at theend of the year whether he has modeor lost money in the running of hiafarm. There should be an inventorytaken on the first of each year and avaluation placed on all stock, machinery, etc. there should be an expenseaccount kept and a sales account contracts for hired help or future deliveryof produce should be carefully noteddown, and the Income from the different branches of the farm operationshould be kept separate—dairy, poultryyards, hogs, grain, ^tc. In summingup at tho end of the year the farmshould be properly credited with thelivVog of the family, which is a muchlarger item than most farms get creditfor. A- bright boy or girl at the farm!home would find this a pleasant business and a practical one in an educational way.APPLES AND LOCALITY.A reader In Indiana wishes a list o£the best apples for the latitude of central Indiana. We do not feel competentto give such a list, as conditions of soiland climate vary so much and havesuch an important bearing on appleculture. We would suggest that he goand see the most successful grower ofapples In his own county, when hewould get just the kind of informationhe needs. To illustrate: Hardly any ofthe varieties of apples which we grow:successfully in northern Iowa woulddo well in central Indiana, and it iaequally certain that hardly any of thebeet Indiana apples will do well here.The Wealthy, by all odds the best fallapple of tbe northwest, would there baa poor summer fruit, and the 30 degrees below zero which touches thenorthwest every little while would killto the root the choicest varieties of Indiana fruit.THATCHED ROOFS.It is rare to see any thatching done ii#the United States, while in Englandand on some parts of the continent it isa very common form of roof construction. In England it is a common thingto put a thatched roof on both grainand hay stacks, and the doing of it is afspecial profession, men acquiring raraskill in the construction of these stravrroofs. A stack of grain or hay sathatched will k&ep for years. We noticethat the Russians located In Dakota dosome of this work, thatching both theirbarnB and their houses, using the longand coarse slough grass, which is amore durable material than the wheator rye straw used in the old country*An objection,- and probably a seriouaone, to this method of covering farmbuildings through tjie prairie states 1*the wind, and but for this it would b«more generally adopted.PRACTICAL ROAD BUILDING.Good roads conventions, addresses ofwelcome, responses, long speeches anqsets of resolutions, we suppose, havtheir uses but, all the same, if thelcounty or township officials would buy{a gravel pit and set ten or a dozenteams to hauling gravel it would be atmuch more practical method of solrintfthe problem. One thing may as wedbe faced now as later, and that Is thatgood mud proof roads mean hard worlaand a lot of money and can be obtainedby no other method. As a starter lefevery county build one-half mile oi!good road, and it will do more to educate public sentiment up to the point ofa patriotic enthusiasm on good roadsthan all tbe conventions and speechmaking. The people—the conservative!public—can be best reached by an ob«Jeet lesson.-U..»